A Life in Paint
If your mother was like mine, she tried to downplay your gifts. Girls chased my bum off and guys hated me. I would pick them up off the ground by their underwear, one-handed style, extra pain was involved. You get the point, I was pretty and by God, nobody was gonna take it away from me. That's what self-esteem is all about, folks. I'm older now, but not a hideous beast, I reckon. ;) Well, I'm a beast of sorts, I have a big mouth, am a little nuts, and make strange pictures. Heh-heh-heh...
Now, you can't be me. I'm me, there's only one me, and I like it that way. However, you can be like me. What I mean is, if you have self-esteem probs, you can cast them aside. Take a bath, get smellin' nice, put on a decent outfit (not sweatpants), brush your teeth, get some book-learnin' (so you can have a conversation with someone), PUT ON DEODORANT!), and don't act like a total dumbass. You might just meet someone who can put up with you. You see, it's about self-worth, but also about being cool for that other person.
Next time, someone, even your mom, gets on you and is tearin' at your good you's n' what-nots, say, "Heyyyyyyy, climb off, I'm fabulous!" You'll have taken your power back. You'll feel better. X.
This is my fiance. Yeah, she's damned hot! It's okay to say that, even in the present watered-down, bullcrap landscape we currently live in. ;)
Please, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful. Tee-hee...
Sorry that I'm hot...just kidding, I'm not sorry! Ba-bam!